Brian Sambourne Poet Free verse

Summoning Light

over occupied world
bewildering hodge-podge of people
pushing stress where it ought not to be

in the slim rays of late day
in the splattered mess of guttered streets
a homeless man asks for a light
for a half burnt cigarette 
then money for food
nerve knotted living squeezed between soiled fingers
                                                                       his fingers

most shove by him like gnats late for breeding
people in pinup poses
keep silent midst foul displacement
shun soiled annoyance like shoddy prospects

does a story untold, matter?
does all humanity deserve recognition?
maybe things just fall apart all on their own
maybe once there was a time when lushness oozed like honey 
                                          from a jar

homeless man seeks a light
unflagging energy to be seen
girdled by grit
a real mission
not to wipe away self like crumbs from a plate

sometimes we move in gray clouds
a pretense, unseeing squalor 
as vagabond pleas jar at comfort
our aligned security by uttering "No"
such feel good factors
defending synthetic spheres
that peer at screens
as light loses traction


Poem composed April 12, 2023

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Paula Goldsmith April 13, 2023 at 9:53 AM Love your line, "pushing stress where it ought not to be." So true. We live in a stressed filled world Good Luck. Have a blessed day writing away.............. Brian Sambourne April 13, 2023 at 11:55 AM Thanks very much Paula, for your supportive comment, I doubt the poem will see much light of day as I am discontented with it as it stands. My appreciation for your stop by, however. Be well. Brian